Work by Doug Cox
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Kutztown, PA
Posted in Gossip!, September 2009
Our one-bedroom apartment we rent for near dirt-cheap sits right above one more quaint local hardware store, its upstairs office where we signed said lease beneath dual ice-stiff gazes of mounted deer heads. Our view, believe it or not, looks out on Main Street, at troops of drunken students who, after last call, scream all [...]
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After All
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
—Over-30 Happy Hour Half-price pitchers, wells, dollar bottles: last call, after all, Means one more year spent nursing domestic drafts. After all Bad tips, names, pick-up lines, & brain cells dropped in college bars, Love remains terminal as degrees we’ll hold, after all. Make, kill, on borrowed time: terms one hears old timers mutter, But who ever spares, [...]
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Punchlines
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
—Poor Paul’s Pourhouse Ripped black man tears inside this bar & squeezes thick fists like lemons, flesh-warm hair triggers. Spooked rich man ducks under said bar & swallows rigged dice, iced shots chased with gut-rot liquor. Dirt-poor man struts towards his lit bar & bets whole farms, just bluffs low pair, ace of spades kicker. [...]
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Exhibit A
Posted in Poetry, September 2009
…everything seems possible —Robert Hass, “Museum” Let the mother tearing at her croissants, buttering fresh rolls, Choke just a bit on orange rind & toast crumbs. O, let the father depicted in this poem take that Small warm handful of coins he’ll use to procure her Last Sunday’s air-freight edition of the New York Times, &, [...]
